THE STRANGE DELIVERY | MIDNIGHT SHADOWS | BASED ON TRUE STORY

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I had been a #delivery #boy for #years traversing the #labyrinthine #streets of the #city delivering food to #hungry #customers at all hours of the day and night. But nothing could have prepared me for that #fate fuLl #night a night that would #haunted my #dreams forever.
It was a #particularly #chilly #evening
My #destination was an address I had never been to before, a place tucked away in a part of the city that seemed #untouched by time. The buildings here were #ancient their #facades weathered and crumbling. I reached the address, a #dilapidated #apartment #building and chained my #bike to a #lamppost .
The entrance was a #shadowyt #alcove barely lit by a flickering overhead bulb. I hesitated for a moment, my breath visible in the cold air, before summoning the courage to ring the buzzer.

The door buzzed, and I pushed my way inside, the old building's interior even more decrepit than its facade. The stairwell was dark, and the walls seemed to close in around me as I ascended to the fifth floor. The hallway was poorly lit, with peeling wallpaper and an eerie silence that made my #skin #crawler l
I found the apartment and hesitated for a moment before knocking. A shiver ran down my #spine as I waited for a response. Then, with a #creak the door swung open, revealing a dimly lit room and a figure standing in the #shadows
The person who greeted me was a woman, but her features were obscured by the dim light. She was dressed in a long, tattered robe that seemed out of place in the modern world. Her voice was cold and #monotone as she said, "Leave the food on the table."
I did as she asked, setting the bags of food down on a rickety table near the entrance. The room was sparse, with faded wallpaper and a single, #flickering candle casting eerie shadows on the walls. It felt like I had stepped into a different era, a place #untouched by time.
As I turned to leave, the woman spoke again. "Wait. I need something else from you."
My heart quickened and I turned to face her, the flickering #candlelight revealing her face. Her eyes were hollow, her expression devoid of #emotional In her hand, she held a #small #ornate #box .
"What do you need?" I asked, my #voice #trembling .
"I need you to deliver this," #she #said handing me the box. "Take it to the #old cemetery at the #edge of #town #leave it there, and do not open it under any circumstances."
I #wanted to #refuses to #run from that #place but #something in #her #eyes held me captive. Without thinking, I accepted the box and rushed out of the apartment, my heart pounding in my chest.
The old cemetery was a desolate place, hidden away at the edge of town. The moon was hidden behind a thick blanket of clouds, and the only light came from my bike's headlamp. I pedaled through the winding paths, the tall, looming tombstones casting long shadows.
I reached the spot the woman had described and placed the box on a crumbling grave. The air was still, and an eerie silence hung in the darkness. I couldn't help but wonder what was inside the box, what kind of strange ritual I had unwittingly become a part of.
Just as I turned to leave, a bone-chilling scream echoed through the cemetery, #freezing me in my tracks. It was a #scream of pure agony, a sound that sent terror coursing through my veins. I couldn't pinpoint the source, and the darkness seemed to close in around me.
My instincts #screamed at me to flee, to get as far away from that place as possible, but the box still sat on the grave, untouched. I had a sickening feeling that my task was not yet complete.
With trembling hands, I picked up the box and opened it. Inside, I found a single, #bloodmoon #redrose its petals glistening in the #dimlight As I gazed at the flower in #horror the ground beneath me began to tremble, and the tombstones around me seemed to come to life, their shapes contorting and shifting in the #darkness .
I fled from the #cemetery the sound of #unearthlycosmetics wails and eerie #whispers following me. The woman's warning echoed in my mind: "Do not open it under any #circumstances But it was too late—I had #unleashed something #malevolent something that should never have been disturbed.
I raced back to my bike, my heart pounding, and pedaled away from that accursed place as fast as I could. The #moon emerged from behind the clouds, casting an eerie glow on the #darkenedstreets. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being pursued, that something #sinister was trailing me.